we do!"

   "It might as well be wet," observed the guardian. "We shan't be able to get it out. Do you think the car is ruined, Jane?"

   "It's wet, like ourselves, Miss Elting. I reckon it will take a whole summer to dry it out thoroughly. I've got to get word to Dad to come after it."

   "What will he say when he learns of the accident, Jane?" questioned Harriet.

   "Say? He will say it served the old car right for being such a fool. My dad has common sense. He will have another car up here for us just as soon as he can get one here. By the way, Miss Elting, how much farther do we have to go?"

   "I don't know, Jane. I hope it isn't much farther. How far do you think we traveled after meeting the man?"

   "Five miles, I should say."

   "And he told us that the third turn-off would lead us to Lonesome Cove, did he not?"

   "He did, but he made a mistake. This is Wet Cove."

   "And a lonesome one, too, even if it isn't

    the

   Lonesome one," chuckled Harriet.

   "Then we cannot be so very far from our destination. I am sure this isn't the place. We haven't come far enough. Why didn't we think of that before we turned into this road?"

   "If I knew where you wanted to go, I might be better able to answer that question," reminded Jane. But the guardian was not to be caught in Crazy Jane's trap, though it was too dark to reveal the quizzical smile that wrinkled Miss Elting's face.

   "I am not sure that I know myself, Jane," was her reply.

   "You fully expected to find some one here, did you not?" teased Harriet. "I might say that you looked to find a number of persons here?"

   "We won't discuss that now. Do you wish to spoil the little surprise that I have been planning for you?"

   "If this is your surprise, I don't think much of it," declared Jane bluntly.

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